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Times such as these test body soul and mind
So should our thoughts be pain and dark confined
Or loosed to concentrate on brighter things
Like furry puppies, flowers and girls on swings

In this bright morning sun as I roved out
Past village houses waking to...

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**** Would like to preface my return, and many apologies to fellow poets who may have missed my absence. Though I did not have much luck in love this past year, this poem was written years ago; I think it is a fine poem though...

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Beyond prevailing heart songs
I yielded to fashion a tune of wonder
pulses and beats that do not belong.
I pondered over and over
decoding layers of mystery
a speck of awe within is reached.
I roved about along the fields
expanding beauty nurturing my touch
a rush of melodious breeze flooded my...

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It echoes dull dawn past a long evening.
Dusk is being thawed off like flowering.
Your aegis bore the road to the doorway.
A soft tune for a crucial sweep of sway,

High, grim oaks form a tone of masterwork.
All around, snow-cloaked raw act like a stork,
Much frost lingers...

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Water wives live sheltered lives
Amongst the coves where pirates rove

Daily catch is makers match
Where red hot stoves hide fresh baked loaves

Water men are thick and thin
So often strove where shipmates hove

Water child is often wild
The treasure trove where pirates roved

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Times such as these test body soul and mind
So should our thoughts be pain and dark confined
Or loosed to concentrate on brighter things
Like furry puppies, flowers and girls on swings

In this bright morning sun as I roved out
Past village houses waking to their day
With little...

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it moved on its own like electricity 

shimmering 
sparking in the wires
arcing light
or 
like air in my tires
...you rolled 

drove me
roved me with sleight of hand 
melt of my belts 

turn of the wheelhouse
you slid me to left
rocked me hard to right
dressed me 
cloaked me
in...

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Lock down the LIMPING GROVE.
PIRATES have stolen the TREASURE TROVE.
I know all about the garden shed, how you
Hide and make your bed.
Watching with a whimsical stare he replied
I know nothing of these TRAVESTIES.
HERE  are SOME FACTS you MAY not know:
Tedious TEASING TUSSLES to taste...

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 She  felt the world  turned upside down in apace,
When he left her suddenly with his sad goodbyes in her last embrace;
She was so weak to endure the pain of losing him,
She thought, her life will be useless,
In his absence, how else can...

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  Oh, to be in Trinidad
when the hot scented currents flow,
  from East Dry River to Nariva 
samaan and silk cotton tree grow.
  Where whisperin’ palms reach
across island reef and coconut lagoon,
  and the forests of Papa Bois 
flower with poinsettias...

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OCTOBER TALE
Go south and follow the sun’s traverse
As it heads t’ward Capricorn
When days and nights are in equipoise
And slight chills happily born

Go beyond the wide stream where Siegfried roved
Past the dark forest’s sylvan span
You then will arrive where Mad Ludvig dreamed
In Bavaria’s beauteous land

Where the...

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They said a funny Latin word,
they said that you were dead,
yet merrily you wagged your tail
when I took you to the vet.
 
You were not kind to chickens,
as well the neighbors know,
or come to that, to ducks and geese,
and yet I loved you so.
 
Oh,...

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I recall it was just the other day
Featured in the daily for which we pay
Your blown-up photo splashed across
The front page for all to gloss
Your background and your virtues extolled
For your wedding bells were soon to toll
With a king-in-waiting as the groom
You would wilt or...

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The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
                          for Fleur Adcock (b. February 10, 1934)

	The...

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Date:   April   2026

The 1st degree is unknown 

Damian and Polly had planned
The trip to the Copy Cat Club
For weeks with Dolly and Molly
The club was popping when
They hit the scene.
The DJ was on point with
Hip hop and slow love songs.
Damian and...

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